Martial Arts Street is a market exclusively for martial artists, created through the unique layout of the buildings in Yangxue City.

It certainly has more than one entrance and exit; even some of the permanent shops on Wu Street have private passageways leading outwards.

Although these human traffickers sold people directly on the dark side of the street, they didn't openly carry unconscious children across the street.

Because there will always be martial artists who, in a moment of folly, decide to escalate the tide of justice.

But it's different in the corners. Most righteous people are too lazy to bother with the rats in the gutter; out of sight, out of mind.

Yun Shou was also this kind of person, but today—he heard it, he saw it, and he could do it with a simple gesture.

It was something that came easily to me.

There were four other members of the human trafficking gang operating from this Wujie headquarters. While the two fat women were performing a mime act, Yun Shou, too lazy to add more actors, simply pinned them down and killed them from a distance.

He is now going to take these children out and bring them to... the current head of Tianhe Martial Arts School, with Fang Mingyue supervising her father, to send them back to their original places one by one.

Killing the fat woman was certainly satisfying, but forgetting to ask about her background made the child's whereabouts a major problem afterwards.

"Then we leave from there?" Chu Heshang pointed to the wooden door he had kicked open, which was the private passage of this human trafficking organization in Wu Street.

“No, we’ll walk through Wu Street, we’ll walk openly and honestly, and we’ll take them with us!” Yun Shou pointed to the twenty-odd children.

Vital energy gathers and flows into each child's body, and warm currents erase hidden injuries, sub-health conditions, hunger, and physical weakness.

Vital energy, a high-level form of energy, can have some positive effects on ordinary people, leading to fewer illnesses and better health.

However, for martial arts masters and above, it can only replenish physical strength.

Cultivating with primordial energy is something for those at the innate realm.

Yun Shou grabbed Fang Mingyue by the back of her neck and dragged the young heroine to the very back of his group.

Fang Mingyue tilted her head, puzzled.

"To prevent our little martial arts master from scaring away some guys," Yun Shou said.

Martial artists are not immortal cultivators, after all. Bloodline tracking, causal tracing, soul searching and spirit seizing... as far as he knows, even a hegemon cannot do these things.

Even with his divine domain of over 400 meters, he could only sense and mobilize vital energy, at most feeling someone's blood surging in a certain direction, but he couldn't see through things, or count the number of leg hairs on a mosquito 300 meters away.

Using mental power to observe the entire city and carefully monitor everyone's actions is still too much for a martial artist.

A group of thirty people walked out from the entrance of the latter half of Wu Street.

Yun Shou flicked his finger, and the iron chains on the ankles of the two children at the door broke.

He waved: "Come with me, let's walk out openly and honestly!"

The two boys at the entrance were the most honest "show-offs," and it took Yun Shou some mental guidance to convince them to follow along.

The thirty-two people walked all the way to the first half of Wu Street. A group of children under the age of ten attracted the attention of many people, but unfortunately no one took the initiative to step forward until they were close to an exit, when a big man with a thick beard came out.

Yun Shou was prepared to arrest and torture the person.

But the bearded man didn't even glance at the children; his thick eyebrows and large eyes were fixed on Yun Shou with a lecherous look.

"Pretty boy, want to sell? I'll give you five taels of silver!" The bearded man waved his five fingers, each as thick as a carrot.

Yun Shou: (=?Д?=)

What did he hear?

"For the first time, add another ten taels!" Seeing the young man stunned, the bearded man gritted his teeth and added more money.

Yun Shou: "..."

“Don’t be too greedy.” Yun Shou’s silence angered the bearded man: “Don’t treat your ass like a treasure. Fifteen taels? Someone like you wouldn’t be worth that price unless it was your first time!”

Someone jeered, "Hey, you're inflating the price of farts again!"

"That's right, fifteen taels? I can take it with half a tael!"

Among the trafficked children, some even looked at Yun Shou with envy. Fifteen taels of silver could buy four of them; all they had to do was sell this big brother.

Wow, that's amazing! Even his butt is worth so much. No wonder he's called that Grandmaster!

Amidst the bearded man's eerie laughter, as he rubbed his fingers together, his palm simultaneously reached out towards Yun Shou...

Yun Shou: Out of control value max!

The Wu Street Massacre thus erupted, far surpassing the previous Miraculous Wind Incident.

"Damn it! Fifteen taels! I'm calling you fifteen taels!"

"Lightning Dragon Drill!"

"Electric Dragon Drill Drill Drill Drill Drill!"

"I'll keep drilling!"

"And you, trying to inflate prices, huh!?"

"You're even saying I'm less than half an ounce?"

"Half an ounce?! Who do you think I am?!"

Blood was spilled on the long street.

"stop!"

"I'll stop you!"

"How dare you cause trouble in Wu Street! You have some nerve!"

Many second-rate guards rushed to stop him, but Yun Shou was already blinded by rage.

But his reputation was already damaged, his price was already set, and he no longer cared about right or wrong!

"You'll all get drilled too, I want to assess how much you're worth!"

He displayed an incredibly terrifying suppressive power, pinning down anyone who came his way, whether they were second-rate or first-rate martial artists!

Dozens of people were pinned to the ground, locked in place by vital energy, with red spinning tops on their buttocks. The spinning tops that had initially spoken out about Yun Shou's farts were the largest, spun the fastest, and sank the deepest!

Especially the half-ounce one.

"What is it?!" A dignified voice carried far by the force of the energy. The crowd parted, and a middle-aged man strode over.

Yun Shou had just raised his head to look at the middle-aged man when, before he could do anything, Fang Mingyue rushed over, crying, "Don't crawl into my father's house! If you're going to crawl, crawl into the house..."

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